Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 476 The Climax of the Performance, A Unique Specialty

"Speaking of which, wasn't there someone else here?"

Suddenly, Xing remembered something.

Scott, who was silently fleeing the area not far away, suddenly shuddered.

Sand Gold seemed to realize something, and he turned to ask Potio.

“There’s something I forgot to ask—Mr. Portio, do you know which department Scott is in?”

"It seems to be the market development department."

"So that's how it is, the Market Development Department." Sand Gold revealed a smile more sinister than any evil spirit, his lips slightly moving as he silently uttered the name of that department.

The Cowboy Starship Trooper let out a hearty laugh, cracking his knuckles as he grinned menacingly as he approached Scott.

All that could be heard was a howl that only appears in animations, with ups and downs and full of emotion.

Saber covered her eyes with her hands, but still peeked through the cracks.

Xing stared with her bright, piercing eyes; such a scene of two people fighting side-by-side is quite rare.

After the brawl ended, Scott, bruised and battered, slowly crawled away, his body riddled with fractures.

It will probably be quite a long time before Scott is able to get out of bed.

But trust in the medical technology of the cosmic age—not a single Scott suffered irreversible damage in the Holy Grail War.

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On the stage of the opera house.

On Sunday, everything was ready, and the Holy Grail was placed before him.

Just then, Lancer walked in. He looked at the Sunday in front of him and the moon overhead, and seemed to notice something.

"It's clearly just a farcical, fake Holy Grail War, yet it has such an ingenious setup. This is something I can't understand at all."

"The twelve moments, metaphorically representing the changing times, and the 'moon' grand theater at the center of all moments."

"Anyone with even a basic training in magic can sense that power is steadily gathering here. But strangely, there is no such thing as 'magic' or 'magician' in this world."

"So, this Holy Grail War was really all your doing, Chicken Wing Kid? You don't seem to have the air of a magician at all?"

Upon hearing the words "chicken wings" on Sunday, his face immediately darkened.

"You are the follower of that sea-patrolman. Indeed, your rudeness is just like his."

"Thank you for the compliment," Lancer said, completely unconcerned.

Sunday still wore a smile. "By the way, instead of returning to your Master's side to fight loyally for him, you went in alone. Is that a good idea? That cowboy is currently imprisoned and desperately needs your rescue..."

Lancer shrugged. "Tsk, what a headache. If I were to blow your head off right here, it would be the same as freeing my metal-boobed Master, right?"

"As someone who's been there, let me give you some advice—the Holy Grail never does what people want; it can only leave behind the souls buried by desire."

“Thank you for your advice, but I am very clear about what I am doing right now,” Sunday said confidently.

"A great performance."

Lancer scoffed, "Hmph, 'entertainment programs'... I see. This thing is quite compatible with the Holy Grail; no wonder it could start this Holy Grail War."

"I've been thinking, in this mysteriously decaying world, on such barren land, even if you hold the Holy Grail, what can you do besides pour wine into it?"

"If something can replace magic and infuse the Holy Grail with the heat that creates miracles... then that's another story."

The Holy Grail War, which was supposed to remain shrouded in mystery, has been transformed into a public entertainment program.

"And on this planet steeped in dreams, people believed in the existence of the Holy Grail miracle because they knew about the Holy Grail ritual and witnessed the summoning of heroic spirits."

"Thus, their every wish became fuel, coating the Holy Grail with a layer of fabricated miracles—while the farce you orchestrated trampled on their wishes!"

"Am I right, chicken wing kid?" Lancer's lips curled up.

"Indeed, a remarkable sight indeed, a Servant from another world. But your appearance doesn't surprise me at all. Your arrival is necessary; this performance needs its climax, and that climax is you—"

“Miss Note, oh no, ███, it’s time to show Pinocchio your true charm.”

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